Blue Light Productions presents

                        LNH COMICS PRESENTS #34
       [Cover is a surreal portrait of Agents Sculder and Mully and a 
                         Mandrake creature.]
As the first crack of lightning spat from the top of the Wishful Star 
building, the people queued below dived for cover. A few of them looked 
up briefly when something whistled down, and crashed into the road, but 
most of them stayed covered up.
        A minute later the energy tendrils stopped firing, and some dared
to look up. One or two even stood. All of them scrambled for better cover
as bits of building rained them on them. Luckily, the largest pieces
missed, but several smaller pieces did strike, causing large bruises, and
in some cases, breaking limbs.
        The main door to the Wishful Star opened, and Agent, Missy, Morph
and Dva of the Alt.Riders walked out, but stopped in their tracks when
they saw the devastation. 
        Agent looked up, and saw the ruined buildings where energy had
struck. "Oh, hells," he whispered. 
        "We've got to help these people," said Dva, heading towards the
nearest person lying groaning on the ground. 
        "Them! They did this!" someone shouted. The Alt.Riders found
themselves the center of a growing ring of attention. 
        Agent gauged the public reaction. "Morph, grab the
        "Wha? Where?" Agent pointed, and Morph gasped as he saw the
Net.Elementalist in a depression in the road that he had obviously caused. 
        "Ladies and gentlemen," Agent said loudly, raising his hands
placidly. "Do not fear. We have stopped evil force in this club."
        "What evil force?" one man shouted. "What did you do?" 
        "Unfortunately, the people inside were taken away. We were unable
to stop them. But we shall do everything we can to get them back-" 
        "They killed them!" a woman shrilled. 
        "Get them." 
        Dva backpedalled to stand beside her teammates. A rock hit her
chest, but did no real damage due to her marshmallow like body. 
        "Morph, get us out of here!" 
        Morph's mouth dropped in surprise, but a rock hitting him
motivated him. Handing the Net.Elementalist's limp body to Agent, Morph
expanded and grew up over the Alt.Riders, who huddled together to make
things easier for him. 
        Rock and pieces of wood and concrete bounced off Morph, who was
now a large transparent shield, some structurely strong shape that
deflected the missiles. 
        But he didn't stop there. The shield bulged, and swept under the
Alt.Riders, knocking them backwards. They were now encased in a large
see-through ball. They watched as the crowd, now more a mob, howled at
them as they rolled away. 
                "The Mank of the Mandrake, Epilogue."
                     "The Truth was out there."
FBI Headquarters
Agent Mully looked up as the paper landed on the desk in front of her. 
"The latest Net.ional Inquirer?" she asked. 
        "Read the front page," said her partner, Agent Sculder. 
        Mully picked the paper up. "The Star," she read. "The only
newspaper with the page three superheroine." 
        "They say it's supposed to be Catalyst Lass, but I don't get a
reaction from her." 
        Mully ignored him, and looked at the main article. "'I HAD
BAZRAEL'S LOVE CHILD'," she read aloud. "Sculder," she said warningly. 
        "The other side." 
        Mully flipped the folded paper over. "'ALT.RIDERS MURDER 200
        "You heard about what happened in Phila.DEL.phia?" 
        Mully nodded, her red hair bobbing. "I didn't get the details but
something about 200 people going missing." 
        "Actually, there was a plane with over a 100 people on board that
also went missing at the same time." 
        "300 people?" 
        "It's a postal worker's dream, Mully." 
        "Your point, Sculder?" 
        Sculder leaned in. "The Alt.Riders are being blamed." 
        "It's another example of the country turning against the Legion of
        "'The LNH disavowed any responsibility over the Alt.Rider's
activities'," Mully read further. "'This enables the Alt.Riders to work as
a hit team for the LNH, supposed superheroes working for us, but really
striking out with official sanction against the ones they are supposed to
protect.' Sculder, this isn't journalism. It's hardly even unsubstantiated
        "We're going out there, Mully, to find out what really happened. 
Pack your bags, Mully, we're going to check out the wide side of
The Wishful Star building had been cordonned off by the police, but their
FBI badges got Sculder and Mully inside. 
        "It took us nearly an hour to subdue the riot in front of this
place," the police chief said, as he showed them the way inside. "They
were screaming for the Alt.Rider's blood, even those that had been
injured. The paramedics had to sedate them before they could even get a
good look at the injuries." 
        "Do you think the Alt.Riders are responsible?" Sculder asked as
they walked to the main club dance floor. 
        "We have no idea of what happened in there, except for their word,
but they ain't talking. But, after what that guy did in a few
months ago, I'm beginning to wonder about them. There just ain't any sign
there's any control over them anymore. They can do what they like, it
looks to me." 
        Mully gasped as she caught sight of the main room. The walls were
pitted with scorch marks, lines violently burnt on. Taking up room on the
floor were two large objects, balls with many spikes radiating from them.
Now they looked severely burnt out, blackened shells, still smoking even
after all this time. 
        Police crawled through the wreckage, looking for clues to what
events had progressed here, but were coming up short. 
        "We think someone got in here before us, but we don't know how," 
said the chief. "We haven't found much of anything helpful." 
        "Are the Alt.Riders available to talk to?" Sculder asked. 
        "No, they never are. Too high and mighty for us. One of them lives
here, though. He just got out of hospital. I'll get you his address." 
Barry Knewbee's house.
A woman with waist length blonde hair answered the door when Sculder
        Showing their badges, Sculder said, "I'm Agent Sculder with the
Federal Bureau of Invest.sig.ation. This is Agent Mully. Is your husband
Mr. Barry Knewbee?" 
        The woman nodded slowly. 
        "Also known as the Net.Elementalist?" 
        "What is it you want?" the woman asked. 
        "We'd like to talk to him, ma'am, if we can," said Mully. 
        The woman considered a moment, then opened the door wider. "Come
in, please. My name is Alice Knewbee. Barry is in the lounge." 
        They walked through the corridor and into the lounge. Barry
Knewbee sat in an arm chair, trying to relax. 
        "Mr. Knewbee? We're with the FBI. May we talk with you?" 
        Barry opened an eye an peered at them. "Agent... Sculder, I think?
And Agent Mully?" 
        Both agents expressed surprise. "How did you know our names, sir?"
asked Mully. 
        Barry smiled faintly. "Once I could have told you exactly what
stories you were in." 
        Sculder and Mully shared a glance. Alice lent near them and
whispered, "Must still be a bit groggy. He gets like that sometimes." 
        "Mr. Knewbee, can you tell us please what happened in the Wishful
Star the other night?" Sculder asked. 
        Barry shook his head. "I wasn't in there. I ran interference
        "How exactly?" inquired Mully. 
        "Would you like a seat?" Alice offered. Sculder and Mully both sat
on the couch, Sculder sitting on the edge. "A drink?" Both shook their
        "By flying around the building," said Barry, answering Mully's
question. "Attracting attention." 
        "Did you?" Sculder asked. 
        "Well, Drake shot at me, but other than that, no." 
        "Drake? Would that be Emanuel Drake, owner of the club?" 
        "Yes. I never met him, but those that did said he was a sleaze." 
        "And what did you do after Mr. Drake shot at you?" Mully asked. 
        "I flew to the top of the building, and examined the object on
        "Could you describe it please?" 
        "A large ball, supported by spikes. The spikes emitted energy
surges. That's what hit and destroyed the nearby buildings." 
        "Did you see that happening?" Sculder asked. 
        Barry looked a little embarrassed. "I was hit, stunned, and thrown
off the side of the building. I was lucky to survive the fall." 
        "And so you never knew what happened inside the club during that
        Barry shook his head. "Only what I was told." 
        "And can you tell us what that was?" 
        Barry shrugged. "Agent confronted Drake, and Drake took Missy
hostage. Those ball things inside shot everyone with energy, and Morph
freed Missy from Drake just before Drake and everyone else was teleported
        "Are you aware that some people are saying that the Alt.Riders
killed all those now missing people?" Sculder asked. 
        Barry sighed. "Yes. But the others would never let Agent do that." 
        "Would Agent be capable of that?" Both agents looked extremely
interested in the answer. 
        "I wouldn't put it past him," replied Barry, darkly. 
        "Do you think that's what happened that night?" 
        "As I said, the others would have stopped him if he tried anything
like that. Dva is still talking to him, so Agent must have been good." 
        "Thank you, Mr. Knewbee," said Mully, rising. "You've been
        Sculder also rose, but had a final question. "Do you know who
might have ransacked the Wishful Star building? They might have found
something important that we should know about." 
        Barry studied him for a moment, then spoke. "You want the Homeless
"This is a wild goose chase, Sculder," said Mully, peering from the car
into the back streets of the city. "He was obviously making something up
to get rid of us." 
        "You don't find the idea of the homeless people all gathering
together to fight crime possible?" Sculder asked. 
        "Sculder, it wasn't even plausible." 
        "What about the time homeless people held off Queen Enterprise's
own forces in" 
        Mully turned to look fully at her partner. "You really believe in
this, don't you?" 
        "I've seen an alley cat fight when it gets backed into a corner. 
Who's to say that people won't fight when they have no other choice." 
        "Sculder, these are the refugees, people who, by circumstance or
personal inability, have ended up in misfortune. The..." 
        "Wastrel? Dregs? Mully, that could be exactly what they want us to
think, and that gives them a very good edge. Who would expect the worst of
humanity capable of any humanity at all?" 
        Mully gave up. "And how do you expect to contact them?" 
        "They are the Homeless Ones, so we need to talk to the homeless," 
Sculder said, stopping the car, and winding down his window. Lying nearby
in a pile of cardboard boxes were two men, lousy with dirt and bugs, and
each holding a brown bag containing some bottle of indefinable liquid.
        "Excuse me," said Sculder. "We're trying to find the Homeless
Ones. Could you tell me where they are?" 
        One of the men looked at them wobbly. He pointed further into the
less reputable parts of the city. "Ur UURR gablur. Buur ger gaga mer ger." 
        "Thank you. Thank you very much." Sculder hurriedly wound the
window back up. 
        "I think he likes you," said Mully. 
        "Maybe it's just me, but I prefer someone who brushes their teeth
in the morning." 
Sculder parked the car, and he and Mully got out. Around them, they
couldn't see one house that was in any proper state of maintenance. The
damages ran from merely broken windows, to no roof and half of the walls
crumbling down. 
        "I agree that this is certainly the area, Sculder, but I don't see
anyone about, Homeless Ones or not." 
        "Of course not, Mully. These are homes, so of course they wont be
here. Homeless Ones, get it?" 
        Mully glared in sufferance at her fellow agent. 
        Sculder pointed. "Look, there's someone. We'll ask them." 
        Mully looked, and saw two kids with long ragged hair and torn
clothes. They did fit the bill of homeless. 
        "Hey!" called out Sculder, trying to get their attention. "We want
to talk to you." 
        The two kids looked at each, then back at the agents, then took
off, quickly disappearing around the corner of the house. 
        "Come on," said Sculder, as he ran after them, Mully following. 
        As the passed around the corner, they didn't see the kids, but did
an old woman further off, pushing a trolley out of sight. 
        "Any port in a storm, Mully," Sculder said, setting off after
their new target. 
        As they reached the spot where they had seen her, they had now saw
no sign of her. 
        "I was wrong. Wild geese are easier to catch," panted Mully. 
        Sculder spotted a man eying them, and ran after him, Mully tagging
along, now somewhat reluctant. 
        They turned into a blind alley, and reached the end of it without
        Sculder examined the buildings beside them, but the only available
door was locked. He felt a tugging on his arm, and turned to see Mully
looking towards the mouth of the alley. 
        Turning, he saw several homeless lined up, but they weren't
looking too humble. Each had some kind of gun, and all were pointed at
        Sculder raised his hands. "This is it, Mully. We've finally been
captured by someone with worse dress sense than me." 
        "We're with the FBI," Mully called out. "We just want to talk to
someone about what happened at the Wishful Star building." 
        "We got nothin' to say," one of the homeless shouted back.
        "The Net.Elementalist said we could talk to you," said Sculder. 
        This caused a pause. "We'll take you to Bill," was the final
The Homeless Ones' Headquarters.
Sculder and Mully sat before a very old man, known as Bill, the 'section
leader' for this base of the Homeless Ones. 
        "We're all over the country," Bill said. "Where there're homeless
people, we're there. In some form or another." 
        "We wanted to know about the Wishful Star. Were you there that
night?"  asked Mully. 
        "Me?" He paused to laugh, and ended up coughing hard for a minute.
"I don't get out anymore. But others of us were. We got a lot of good
equipment from there. We'll be able to put it to good use." 
        "Equipment you ransacked, you mean," said Sculder. 
        Bill eyed Sculder. "If you can find it, we'll go to jail for it." 
        Sculder smiled. "We don't want it. If you can put it to a good
use, then it'll serve a better purpose that what it was previously used
for. Can you tell us what your people found there?" 
        "We were there after the people all vanished. Got in and out
before the police arrived. We found most of the equipment already burnt.
Microcharges set to explode, as far as we can tell. We removed all
evidence of that drug," Bill spat. "Wouldn't want that to fall into the
wrong hands." 
        "What drug?" Mully asked. "Can I see it?" 
        Bill shook his head. "Madake it was called. 'Mad' for short. We
wont let anything like that out on the streets again. Which means we need
to keep a tight grip on it." 
        "What do you think of the stories that the Alt.Riders killed 200
people?" Sculder asked. 
        "Eh? Killed? Nothing like that happened. Would have been bodies,
blood everywhere. Nothing like that. But..." Bill leaned in
conspiratorially, and the agents leaned in, then leaned back as the smell
of Bill wafted into their nostrils. "We used the sewers to get in and out.
There's an entrance into the Wishful Star building, if you know about it.
But there's something else down there..." 
        "Such as..." Sculder prompted. 
        "200 people could have gotten out through the sewers. But there
would have been a lot less than 200 before too long." 
        "Why's that, sir?" Mully asked. 
        "We lost three people ourselves. You can't see it. If you do, it's
already too late. A Mandrake creature, Agent called it. A genetically
restructured person. It's still down there. A pet left behind by Drake.
There wont be many people going back down that sewer again." 
        Mully looked at Sculder carefully. "Don't even think about it," 
she said. 
        "Could you honestly say that you came to Phila.DEL.phia without
taking the opportunity to check out the sewer system?" 
Phila.DEL.phia sewers
"This is the best place, man." A Homeless One, who had a chronic case of
the shakes, pointed a trembling finger at the sewer cover. "D..down there,
then just follow the noise." 
        After a moment or two, Sculder managed to lever the hatch off. A
rank smell drifted up, but Sculder was becoming used to it by now. 
        Not so for Mully. "I can't believe we're going down there." 
        "Where's the brave FBI spirit?" asked Sculder. "Just because we're
trying to find a monster that could be responsible for the deaths of 200
people, that shouldn't be any reason to be scared." 
        "After you," Mully said. 
        Sculder descended the service ladder, and his feet splashed in a
thin layer of water at the bottom. He took out a small flashlight and
panned it around. 
        Mully joined him, but had brought no flashlight with her. 
However, she did draw her FBI issue gun, as did Sculder. 
        Taking a last look at the bright light of day, they moved into the
        "You really think this thing is responsible for those people
disappearing? Not that they were teleported away?" 
        "If they were, where to? There's been no sudden population
explosions, and I can't see clubbers mixing into every society." 
        They paused as the howl reached them. 
        "One beast, as ordered," said Mully. 
        They slowed walked towards the sound, Sculder lining his gun with
his flashlight, and Mully taking aim on where the light reflected off the
sewer walls. 
        The cry sounded closer, and the agents took a bearing before
continuing their search. 
        Apart from the occasional howl, the only noise was their splashing
feet and the dripping of leaky water works. They were trying to stifle
their breathing, in an effort to not attractive the creature quicker than
        Something moved in the light beam, and Sculder swung it around
quickly, but the creature had gone. 
        "What was it?" Mully whispered. 
        "A genetically restructured man," said Sculder. "Wasn't it
        "An extremely enhanced musculator, probably from an overdose of
steroids or similar," said Mully, trying to be scientific. 
        "Whatever it was, I think it's playing with us now." 
        Another cry sounded, this time from behind them. Sculder and Mully
spun around, but the beam only lighted more empty sewer. 
        "There!" said Sculder, as something crossed the beam again. He got
off one shot, and Mully two, but there was no cry of pain if the creature
had been hit. 
        "After it!" Sculder cried, the flashlight beam bobbing as he ran
heedlessly through the tunnels. 
        Mully was slower off the mark, and so saw the creature spring up
between her and Sculder, turned towards Sculder's unknowing back. 
        "Sculder!" she called, and fired at the creature. 
        The bullets penetrated the creature, and it turned to face her. 
As she fell backwards in surprise, Sculder fired, attracting it's
attention away from her. 
        As it brought its hand up, ready to clobber Sculder, Mully fired
her last three shots, then threw her gun at it in desperation. The bullets
hit, but didn't stop it, but when the gun fell down into the water, and
also touched the creature's foot... 
        A bright blast of light caused them to flinch as the creature
shorted itself through the simple circuit. 
        Stunned, they did nothing for a minute, then Sculder helped Mully
to stand. 
        "I have to say, that that's the first time I've ever seen that
trick of throwing a gun at the person ever work," Sculder commented. 


FBI Headquarters
A week later

Sculder looked up as Mully entered the room, then at the report in her
hand. Handing it to Sculder, Mully sat down.
	Sculder skimmed over the contents. "Nothing? They found nothing
down there?" he finally exploded. "How is that possible? We were there
only a few minutes and came across a creature."
	Mully shrugged. "It may have been that there was only the one
creature. Sculder, the army combed the place over. As you can see, they
didn't find anything."
        Sculder threw the report down in disgust. "It looks like those
people were killed by that creature." 
        "But there was no evidence to that."
        "You saw that thing, Mully. It was pure energy. It could have
fried those people, leaving nothing behind. You know, I think Agent said
that they had been teleported away to stop their families grieving over so
many dead."
	"Sculder, can't you accept the possibility that that is what
really happened?"
	"The government doesn't want the deaths off two hundred people
getting out, either. They must have buried whatever evidence the army came
up with." He thumped his fist on the desk. "We should never have left
after we killed that creature. We should have investigated further
	"Yes, you're right. I think we should have as well."
	"Well, it's too late now. Any shread of evidence would have been
removed by now."
	"Sculder, we should have investigated further, because then you
would have seen that there was nothing there. No bodies. No remains of any
kind. You can't keep coming up with these theories. They make you sound
ridiculous, and ruin your own cause."
        "I know the truth now, Mully. That's the important thing."
	Mully sighed. "I don't believe you, but I respect you. Keep your
opinions, Sculder. But try not to let facts get thrown aside everytime."
	Sculder snorted. "Well, you're just no fun at all today, Mully."
	Mully rolled her eyes in dispair.

Agent Sculder and Mully were first introduced by Martin Phipps, but I 
think they're pretty much Public Domain now.
The rest were mine.
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